OBEYING MY BOI
Chapter 1
I discovered when I was fifty years of age that being overweight and grey haired did not mean I was past it. Sex I mean! On the contrary, many young men found me attractive. Can you believe it! I was even too young for some of those seeking daddies.
My main problem was that most very young men, bois shall we call them, wanted an active daddy to fuck them. No good to me as since being a slim blond haired 5'6" youth, my need had been for dominant lovers. So I was pleasantly surprised when, on various web sites, I found young men who wanted a passive daddy. I had been simply amazed that any young man, who was not rent, wanted me. Several who took me home and fucked me were obviously much better off than me. Elegant flats, expensive cars and good jobs. I could, if inclined, become a rent or kept boi myself!
But then even better, a year later, on one site I found a twenty-six year old, who wanted an obedient daddy. We exchanged several messages. He was 6'2" with brown eyes, dark hair; 8" cock and worked out several times a week. The pictures he sent, completely naked, back and front had me masturbating like mad. We exchanged phone numbers. Then he started asking me the sort of questions that had me creaming again.
"Will you obey me?"
"Yes Sir, of course."
"Will you suck my cock and balls?"
"With pleasure Sir."
"Drink my piss?"
"Yes Sir."
"Would you like to be spanked?"
"Yes Sir."
"Belted and caned?"
"Yes Sir."
"In front of my friends?"
"Anything you order Sir."
"In public. I mean a club or out in the open?" "Oh please Sir. Humiliate me however you wish."
"I like your answers. I'll ring with instructions."
A day later he phoned and instructed me to meet him at a pub in Notting Hill.
"What shall I wear Sir?"
"I like my daddies to be smart. Wear a suit, collar and tie. No socks and no underwear."
No sign of him when I arrive at the pub at 7pm so I buy a gin and tonic and sit and wait at a table in a quiet corner. The bar is busy, but certainly not gay. Mostly young man and women enjoying a drink after work. My eyes move from entrance to entrance and at 7.30 I'm rewarded with my first sight of him coming through the door. He's a real hunk wearing smart casual clothes that show off his fine figure and a large package. He buys a glass of beer and then comes and sits at my table. I wait for him to say something.
"Forget this sir crap. You will call me daddy and I will call you boi. Are those roles understood by you?" A deep, slightly cockney voice.
"Yes Daddy."
"You look okay boi. I think you might suit. Stand up, turn around and let me see you."
I do so.
"OK boi, sit down and tell me when you were last spanked and fucked?"
"Well er... well Daddy, I suppose about a year ago. I visited an old friend in Brighton. We were an affair many years ago."
"Older than you?"
"A few years older, yes Daddy."
"So, over the years you've usually been dominated by older and bigger men?"
"Always Daddy."
"And what about having a much younger man dominate you boi?"
"Wonderful Daddy. I never dreamed it might happen". "And you're sure boi, you will obey any order I give you?" "Yes Daddy, I will." "Think you need to be tested boi. Go to the gents now, stand at the urinal and drop your trousers."
Squeezing through the crowd, I enter the toilets and stand at a urinal. There's one other guy having a piss. Hell, does it matter! I unzip, unbutton and allow my pants to drop to the floor. My naked arse is on view below my jacket. The other guy takes no notice. Daddy enters, holding his empty beer glass, and takes the urinal next to me. I feel his hand on my bare arse. Feeling my cheeks and running his fingers down the crack.
"Very nice. I need a leak after that beer. Have a look."
I turn my eyes and look down at his cock. Wow! Circumcised, not hard, but huge. He starts pissing and then holds his beer glass under his lovely purple knob and fills the glass.
"Pull up your trousers boi and take this glass back to our table."
The glass feels very warm as I take it back into the bar, place it on the table and sit down. Daddy joins me after collecting another pint from the bar.
"Cheers boi. Drink up."
Raising the glass to my lips I take a sip. It's bittersweet. Not too horrible to drink, but I decide to take my time.
"Don't you like your Daddy's urine boi?"
"Er... yes of course, but it's warm."
"Perhaps you'd rather I take down your pants down and spank you over my knee boi?"
Would he? In an ordinary pub? It had happened to me once when I was young, but in the corner of a gay pub. Anyway I had agreed to obey him. He was watching me keenly. I picked up the glass and, with an effort, drained it so fast that some of his warm piss ran down my chin. He grinned as I licked my lips.
"Good boi, but you'll still get a spanking for your hesitation."
"Yes Daddy. I'm sorry."
"You're doing well boi, don't worry. I'll finish my beer so you'll have something to drink later at home."
I pondered his words as I watched him drink. He intended to recycle his beer into my mouth. And I would take it. Wow! Such a humiliating thing to do. I would love it. He was such a devastatingly handsome young guy. He could order me to do anything for him. I knew that. I wanted to do it. I'd love to be his sub, his slave, and his boi. He finished off his beer and stood up.
"Come on boi, let's go."
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